School Love Story

Chapter 11 - Dance Battle (Part 1)

Everyone had now left the rooftop to go to their form rooms for registration. I was the last one to leave the rooftop and I went to my/our dorm instead to meet Joe, since he told me to meet him there, for something. OMG! Just thinking about Joe reminded me of the incident... I automatically smiled and blushed. Gosh, that boy doesn't know what he is making me feel like. I strutted down the hallway, smiling like an idiot. I guess I really liked that kiss, no, LOVED it! 😏😏¸😘😏😏

I mean, the way our lips moved in sync... The way he held the back of my neck to deepen the kiss... The way I slung my arms around his neck to also make the kiss deeper... You can't tell me you saw that and you didn't think we were in love. Wait, who am I talking to? Gosh, I'm talking to myself again; more like thinking to myself. I wonder what would have happened if we didn't stop...

OMG! Ally, stop! What are you thinking? You only met Joe yesterday and you are already having these wild thoughts.

*Sigh*

What have my friends made me become?

Before going to the dorm, I told my friends to tell the teachers that me and Joe were present and here, but we were just in our dorms instead of registration, to 'sort things out and get ourselves together, in the right state of mind' for the last lesson. I was fidgeting; my fingers wouldn't stop moving, as I was feeling nervous and bashful to meet him.

I made it to the dorm and I opened the door... Only to be met with the view of Joe hitting him in the head. Wait, what?!

Joe's POV

Darn it! Why did I kiss her? I couldn't resist, but now what will she think of me? I hit my head various times to try and get back to my senses. Suddenly, the door opened; I didn't pay attention to who it was, since I was too busy hitting myself on the head. After I thought I had gotten back to my senses, I turned around, only to see Ally, staring at me with a blank face and wide eyes. Great! Just great... Now she thinks I'm a psycho and a weirdo!

Ally's POV

I stood there, with a blank face and wide eyes, trying to process what was happening in this scene, in front of me. Why was Joe hitting his head? Maybe he forgot to do the questionnaire for the board. I do know every new student, transfer or not, has to do the questionnaire. Well, not me... But I have my reasons and I am not ready why; it is too depressing for me to tell. Maybe Joe is trying to confess to someone, but can't get his words straight? I refuse to believe or accept that, so why did I think that? Maybe he just hates himself? However, I don't see the reason he should; who wouldn't like him? He is perfect, he is beautiful, he is kind and sweet, he is funny and he is irresistibly cute!

Joe stood up, snapping me back from my thoughts. 'Come h-here...' Joe said, stuttering. Awwww, how cute! My heart will actually explode emotionally. I walked up to him and we both sat on his bed. He got out his first aid kit from under the bed. He took out some clean tissues and some ointment and started to heal my hand. Before, just thinking about Joe made me think my hand was healing. I know right, Cringe! But seriously, whenever I looked at Joe, the pain from my hand vanished.

He had finished healing my hand and he put some bandages around it. I didn't notice he had finished, since I just kept on staring at him lovingly, like a pyscho. I mean, he is just a person that has to be admired.

I was broken from my thoughts by Joe moving his hand in front of my face, to snap me out. Great, he knows I was staring at him... Real smooth...

'The bell rang,' Joe said, after a few minutes of silence. 'Let's go to our last lesson.'

I awkwardly stood up from the bed and followed Joe out of the room.

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Me and Joe arrived at the next lesson: Dance! Yes, one of my favourite lessons! We walked through the door and thank God, we weren't late. Everyone was sitting on the floor, talking to their friends, waiting for the teacher to come and start the lesson. We (me and Joe, I mean, Joe and I) had to get changed into our dance clothing. Joe wore a plain white T-Shirt, while